Tamara & Susan
I decided to walk down to Market Street to find a dinner venue. Before long I found T-Bonz Gill & Grill and bellied up to the bar. The bartender, Tamara, quickly greeted me and served me up a beer and a menu. After I ordered, I asked for and received a wine list. I asked Tamara if I could hang on to the wine list, as I wanted to enjoy another beer before switching gears to wine. She then asked me what type of wine I was looking for.
"Anything red," I said. "But I have a preference for Zins."
"I like the heartier reds, too," said Tamara. "But I prefer Cabs. Why don't I pour you a taste of this one?"
Tamara pours me a taste of the Trinchero Cabernet Sauvingnon.
Seeing only a Rabbit Ridge Zinfandel on their limited by-the-glass menu, I ask about the Duck Pond Pinot Noir.
"Well, it's from Oregon. But you know Pinots. They are lighter than Zins and Cabs, but why don't you try it anyway?"
She then pours me a taste of the Duck Pond. Then a third tasting glass shows up.
"What's that," I asked. "Oh, that's the Mondavi Merlot, I just thought I'd round out a flight for you."
There I was. Almost a full beer in front of me and a three-glass flight of tastings. I couldn't complain.
About this time a woman next to me asks what is going on. Little do I know, she and Tamara are friends.
"Oh, Tamara just poured me a flight of wines."
"She never does that for me," the woman said.
Tamara quickly fixes that problem and the woman introduces herself as Susan. Apparently Susan owns a shop on Market Street and frequents T-Bonz and Tamara's bar.
Before you know it, all three of us are BSing about wines, South Carolina and California. Drinks are being drunk and things are getting loud. By 10:00 p.m. T-Bonz is getting crowded and I ask for my tab. Susan does the same. Next thing you know I'm in Susan's car heading to the Holiday Inn. We both enter the hotel and hit the Holiday Inn bar. We are the only people there besides the bartender on this, a Sunday evening.
Susan orders a glass of wine, I order a beer. Before long, the bartender tells us he's closing at 11:00 p.m.
I inform Susan I have some wine up in my hotel room that I bought at the Biltmore Winery. She says she needs to get home, after all she has to work early the next morning.
To quote an English Beat album title, "Wha'ppen?"
"Anything red," I said. "But I have a preference for Zins."
"I like the heartier reds, too," said Tamara. "But I prefer Cabs. Why don't I pour you a taste of this one?"
Tamara pours me a taste of the Trinchero Cabernet Sauvingnon.
Seeing only a Rabbit Ridge Zinfandel on their limited by-the-glass menu, I ask about the Duck Pond Pinot Noir.
"Well, it's from Oregon. But you know Pinots. They are lighter than Zins and Cabs, but why don't you try it anyway?"
She then pours me a taste of the Duck Pond. Then a third tasting glass shows up.
"What's that," I asked. "Oh, that's the Mondavi Merlot, I just thought I'd round out a flight for you."
There I was. Almost a full beer in front of me and a three-glass flight of tastings. I couldn't complain.
About this time a woman next to me asks what is going on. Little do I know, she and Tamara are friends.
"Oh, Tamara just poured me a flight of wines."
"She never does that for me," the woman said.
Tamara quickly fixes that problem and the woman introduces herself as Susan. Apparently Susan owns a shop on Market Street and frequents T-Bonz and Tamara's bar.
Before you know it, all three of us are BSing about wines, South Carolina and California. Drinks are being drunk and things are getting loud. By 10:00 p.m. T-Bonz is getting crowded and I ask for my tab. Susan does the same. Next thing you know I'm in Susan's car heading to the Holiday Inn. We both enter the hotel and hit the Holiday Inn bar. We are the only people there besides the bartender on this, a Sunday evening.
Susan orders a glass of wine, I order a beer. Before long, the bartender tells us he's closing at 11:00 p.m.
I inform Susan I have some wine up in my hotel room that I bought at the Biltmore Winery. She says she needs to get home, after all she has to work early the next morning.
To quote an English Beat album title, "Wha'ppen?"
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